Chapter 132: Something Is Wrong

"The reason I say they went somewhere else is because I want to hold onto a glimmer of hope," Si Yao sighed. "If only they could have sent word to me somehow."

Xing Jue’s voice was soft: "Tell you what?"

"Tell me whether they are alive or dead. If alive, they should live well; if dead, then tell me..."

The car sped along until they found a Western restaurant with a decent atmosphere. They sat down, ordered a few dishes, and chatted.

Alas, looking at his build, I had actually intended to recruit him. It is a real shame to waste such a fine, well-bred physique.

"Of course I can! Butterfly." When Huang Bingfeng saw that it was Ghost Butterfly, she jumped off the bed immediately, not even bothering to put on her shoes.

Just as the Central Plains dynasties sought to eliminate the threat from the North, the Turks were constantly dreaming of invading the Central Plains to enjoy its vibrant, prosperous world.

White flour clung to his fingertips, looking somewhat comical, yet possessing an indescribable air of domesticity—if not for the white dress shirt and slacks he was wearing.

During that operation, three American soldiers lost their lives in Antarctica, their bodies never recovered. Forrestal, the former U.S. Secretary of the Navy who initiated and commanded the top-secret Operation Highjump, suddenly suffered a mental breakdown and "committed suicide." From then on, Operation Highjump became one of the secrets in U.S. military history.

Unfortunately, while he tried to sidestep the terms of the wager and avoid being recorded, Pan Haodong had no intention of giving him a chance to be slippery.

However, Cheng Yaojin would not be fooled by her frail appearance. Based on his observations, Wanwan’s martial arts cultivation was likely far superior to his own. Despite how easily bullied she appeared, should he make any move against her, he would likely find himself flat on the ground in an instant.

He had only intended to glance at the car casually, but upon catching sight of the license plate and recognizing it as Zhang Haotian’s vehicle, his anger flared up instantly.

But when this perspective was applied to Old Fu himself, he found he could no longer tolerate the concept of "necessary sacrifices on the road to progress."

After pondering for a long while, he spoke: "That old man is undoubtedly the Demon King of the Northern Lands, but why is the Demon Emperor Lietian, whom he mentioned, so unfamiliar? I wonder if any of the elders here have heard of this name."

Cao Linyu’s words were truly sharp, leaving Ye Xuan with nothing to say. He had braced himself for a barrage of criticism from the two, but to his surprise, they said nothing, simply turning their backs to him.

Ye Fan could not quite articulate what he was feeling. From the very first day he stepped into the world of cultivation, he knew it was a road of no return. You either become strong, or you are trampled upon by the strong at will. On the Tianyuan Continent, power had always been respected, and the weak were always bullied.

If one were to defy the heavens and successfully cultivate the Golden Core stage as a crane, achieving human form, their status in the Qingshi Sect would be even higher than that of an ordinary Golden Core cultivator. Although the path of cultivation for such a beast is arduous, they have the advantage of an incredibly long lifespan.

However, no sooner had this smile appeared on Bai Ye's face than he realized the scenery around him had changed drastically; the place where he had been standing looked entirely different.

"Since that is the case, we shall seek another opportunity when the time comes. This time, we will let you off, if only to save you some face." Pang Jingfeng’s personality had not changed much; at the very least, he retained his signature arrogance.

Su Jing was stunned for a long moment before slowly recalling the events and telling her about how she had rented that apartment.

Hundreds of people from various sects sat before the Earth Temple, waiting for the Beggar Sect, the organizers of the assembly, to make their appearance.

He thought he was drunk and seeing things; just now, those three streaks of white light had struck the firewood and set it ablaze. It was simply unbelievable.